a study toward sonnet #1,060 by FisherKingKQJ
Her skin was lucent pink as dusk or dawn,
Her tresses were spun from bright ether stars,
Her bold eyes were enchanting friendly cars,
Her figure hourglass, how could I not fawn?
She pitied my gauche poverty and scrawn,
And shouted me a coffee menthe de creme,
I then thought all hate but a passing dream,
Moth I to this bright butterfly was drawn.
Could someone this pretty be also a whore?
I cussed my arduous English lit degree,
The government that used me weak to score
Unthreatening loans, to win votes for debris.
New York banker while enjoys the ballet,
Our clued bureaucrats blow his car valet.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 ballet
o $10,000,000 dance
o $10,000,000 jig
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